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I spent some time in the garden today observing avian activity.
Although some wood pigeons waited hopefully in the beech and in the weeping birch,
where one pair thought about it,
a loving pair petted each other in the as yet naked beech.
Flies were attracted to the hellebores;
two of them joined a dove threesome on the decking.
Bees plundered the pulmonaria,
and another insect I cannot name sunk its lengthy proboscis into a daffodil.
A cheerful robin trilled encouragement high up in the birch.
This evening we dined at Lal Quilla in Lymington. Before the meal we made a brief list to the quayside where
a young man manoeuvred a motor boat and dinghy around
the moored yachts, avoiding disturbing
reflections on the water.
Mallards mingled with black headed gulls,
both of which engaged in preening activities.
My choice of meal was Goan lamb with special fried rice. Jackie chose chicken biriani, and we shared onion bahjis. We both drank Kingfisher.
Today’s title was inspired by a recent comment from Mary Tang.